


Sexxx Dreams

by orphan_account



Category: Little Mix (Band), One Direction (Band)
Genre: Cisgirl!Zayn, Genderswap, Infidelity, Lots of plot, Multi, Porn With Plot, Sexswap, Started as smut turned into feelings ugh, cisgirl!Liam
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-12-17
Updated: 2013-12-17
Packaged: 2018-01-04 22:49:26
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,297
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1086579
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/orphan_account/pseuds/orphan_account
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Zara sees Lia at a party and thinks she's the most beautiful person she's ever seen.<br/>Also she wants to maybe kiss her, just a little bit.</p><p>Alternate title: Jameela</p>
            </blockquote>





	Sexxx Dreams

**Author's Note:**

> So apparently, I can't write porn without adding a shit ton of plot and fluff and shit and I suck. This was meant to be short and smutty but turned into this. Originally inspired by Sexxx Dreams by Lady Gaga, hence the title.    
> In case you were wondering (most of these are only briefly mentioned):  
> Zayn- Zara  
> Liam- Lia  
> Perrie- Perry  
> Danielle- Daniel  
> Niall- Nina  
> Harry- Harriet   
> Louis- Louise  
> Leigh-Anne- Lee  
> Jade- JJ  
> Jesy- Jesse  
> Ed- Ella  
> Taylor- Tyler  
> Danny- Daisy
> 
> Enjoy!  
> -Howl 

Zara carefully arranged her long hair in the mirror and adjusted her dress. Yeah, she knew she looked hot. She knew she and Perry were the hottest couple around, with his bright blue eyes and artfully cut bleached-blond hair and her ink-marked tan skin and cheekbones like knives.  
They were off to some party, a high end one like you went to when you were at the top of the social heap, which they were. Because that's what happens when you're two of London's hottest runway models.  
"Za? Are you ready?" Perry's smoothly accented voice called up the stairs.  
"Yeah, babe. Hold on," she yelled back.  
"We have to go, Daniel and Lia are already there!"  
"Ok, ok, keep your pants on." Zara did one last touch up of her red lipstick before bursting through the door in a flurry of expensive fabric and a cloud of sensual perfume.  
"You look beautiful, Booboo."  
"Ugh, don't call me that!" Zara laughed, playfully slapping Perry's arm. "You look handsome as usual, _Pezzie-bear_. It's only fitting that the princess would have an equally beautiful prince at her side."  
"Drama queen," Perry coughed, affection sparkling in his crystal eyes.  
"I know, it's a gift. Weren't we in a hurry?" Zara prompted. Perry nodded and grabbed the keys.  
They hummed in harmony along to the radio in the car as Zara admired Perry's icy complexion with his pale gray blazer and soft blue shirt.  
"I love those jeans on you," she commented. Perry's long fingers picked at one of the many worn patches on the soft old jeans as they paused at a red light.  
"I love them too. Mostly 'cause they're comfortable, though."  
"Two in one, a great deal. Comfy and sexy." Perry laughed at Zara's commercial model voice. They were silent, listening to the radio for a few minutes.  
"So tonight's the night I get to meet the infamous Lia, is it?" Zara asked.  
"I suppose so. She's a sweet girl."  
"Should I be worried?" she joked.  
"Not at all," Perry laughed. "She's all round edges and innocence. Not my type. I like sassy girls with sharp cheekbones and a sharp wit."  
"Huh, wonder who that could be?"

*  *  *  *

"Dan, are you sure it's ok for me to come to a big party?"  
"Li, when is it not ok?" Daniel smiled and gathered Lia in his arms, kissing the top of her head. "You look like a superstar. Nobody will give you a suspicious look. They'll be more likely to ask you where you got your clothes."  
"Well, ok," she giggled into his chest. She untangled herself and pulled on her soft, light brown leather jacket.  
"You look like a little American cowgirl doll," Daniel joked. Lia frowned and ran her hands over her denim dress to smooth it.  
"Was that a compliment?"  
"Yes, now let's go, my little buttercup." She blushed at the nickname and they slipped out the door.  
"Do you mind if we walk? It's only four blocks."  
"Of course not! It's a good thing I'm not wearing my high heels." She scuffed her deep brown wedge boots on the sidewalk, making the little silver beads click together.  
"I'm really excited for this party. Remember Nina? She played at Ella' and Tyler's wedding? She's playing tonight." Daniel smiled at Lia, whose brow was pulled together in concentration.  
"The one... The one with the blonde hair and the Irish accent? Who eats like a teenage boy?"  
"That's the one. She's really cool, I think you'd like her." Lia smiled and ran a hand over her boyfriend's short curly hair.  
"Speaking of girls, Zara's coming tonight, right? I can finally meet her?"  
"Yeah, she and Perry are gonna be there at eight, I think."  
"Wow. I can't wait to meet her, I'm actually a little starstruck!"

*  *  *  *

"Look, there's Louise!" Daniel tugged Lia's hand, waving to a short curvy girl standing next to a tall girl with wild curly hair. "Louise!"  
"Huh? Oh, hey Daniel!" She turned and waved, then grabbed the wild-haired girl's wrist and pulled her over to the couple. "Hey Lia."  
"Hi Louise," she said shyly.  
"I want you both to meet my girlfriend, Harriet," Louise said excitedly.  
"Hi," Harriet drawled in a surprisingly low voice for a woman. "Uh, call me Harri."  
"Nice to meet you, Harri," Lia stuck out a hand for Harriet to shake. Her hand was almost enveloped by Harriet's larger one. "I'm Lia."  
"Lia. Good to meet you, Lia." The dialect sounded vaguely different than the locals, and she wondered where the strange girl was from.  
Daniel introduced himself and they went inside together. Inside, a blond girl was already playing on a small stage, sweet voice permeating the room over intricate guitar chords. She was dressed almost too casually for such an nice party, even if there wasn't a specified dress code. Nina, that was her name. Even from across the room, Lia could see her caribbean blue eyes glittering with humor and high spirits.  
"Lets get some food, ok? Perry and Zara will be here soon."  
Lia smiled, excited to try the catering. "Ok, love."

*  *  *  *

Zara swayed with the music that seeped out of the windows. Perry came up to her side, and with a mutual smirk, they linked arms and walked inside. Immediately, they were bombarded with greetings from fellow models, designers, and a few friends.  
"Hi, oh hello, nice to see you, hey, hello, hi," spilled from both of their lips. Finally, Perry spotted Daniel's curly hair over the crowd and pulled Zara through the crowds toward his friend.  
He met them halfway, alone, and greeted Perry with a hug and Zara with a quick kiss on the cheek.  
"Hey man! Nice hair," Daniel went to ruffle Perry's carefully styled hair, but Perry shoved him away with a laugh.  
"Nice try, Danny. Where's Lia, is she here?"  
"Oh, she's in the loo. She should be back in a little while."  
"I still have yet to meet her," Zara commented.  
"She's really excited, I hope she isn't too starstruck! Hey, how did fashion week go?"  
"Phenomenally. I had to walk two more shows than I originally thought, one of the girls got sick backstage and I was the same size and available, so I got shoved in at last minute. It was great fun."  
"She did great," Perry cooed, kissing her cheek.  
"Aw, thanks Pezzie-bear! You were awesome too," she giggled tapping his nose. "He put all the other guys to shame, made them look like amateurs," she bragged to Daniel.  
"I'm sure!"  
"Speaking of putting amateurs to shame, how hard did you kill on your last tour?" Perry asked.  
"It was great, Jessie's the sweetest. Ah, there's Lia!" Daniel beckoned to a brunette girl almost as tall as Zara.  
"Dan, do you want-- oh! Hi Perry! And..." Lia trailed off as she spotted Zara.  
Zara found herself looking the girl over again and again, unable to take her eyes off her. She had a nice, curvy body, all rounded edges like Perry had said. She had a wide nose, a big forehead, full, pink lips and massive brown eyes. Zara's greeting was trapped in her throat as they stared at each other.  
"Er..." Daniel said awkwardly. "Well, Lia, this is Zara. Zara, Lia."  
"Hi," Zara choked out eventually.  
"Er, hello," Lia said in a tiny shy voice that Zara immediately thought was the most adorable sound in the world.

*  *  *  *

Lia stopped in her tracks as her vision was assaulted by the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She's seen the fabulous Zara Malik in ad campaigns for TopShop and Guess and all those massive brands, as well as in pictured from fashion week, but they'd done nothing to prepare her for the goddess standing before her. She wasn't starstruck as she expected to be, instead hypnotized by the molten caramel eyes, smooth, tan skin, jet-black hair, and pouty red lips that she maybe wanted to lick and see if they tasted as much like a cherry as they looked.  
Shocked at herself for thinking such dirty thoughts about another woman, she tried to regain her composure as Zara Sexy Supermodel Malik greeted her.  
"Er, hello," she replied.  
"Um... Zara. Malik. Nice to meet you." She extended a flawless slender hand with jeweled nails toward Lia.  
"I, er. I'm Lia. Lia Payne. Nice to meet you too," she replied, taking the outstretched hand and hoping her own wasn't sweaty or anything. Zara's hand was cool and smooth.  
"So, you're the famous Lia?" Lia made a lovely _pfft_ noise.  
"Yeah, me the famous one." Zara raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, was that rude?" Lia squeaked, making Zara laugh.  
"No not at all. You're adorable." Pink tinged her bronze cheeks as if she didn't mean to say it aloud. Lia's face flushed at the taller girl's complement.  
"Th-thanks!"  
"Er, I've got to go to um, the loo, yeah, I'll see you around!" Zara stuttered, fleeing.  
"That went well," Perry said confidently.  
"Wha-- she just left..." Lia said in surprise.  
"Thats a good sign, trust me. Zara doesn't open up to people easily. She didn't like, insult you or act superior or anything. She actually complimented you."  
"So that's a good sign?"  
"Yeah, I think so."  
"Oh... I'm gonna go say hi to Nina. Dan, will you come with me?" Daniel smiled and took her hand.  
 _Women,_ he mouthed to Perry.  
"Tell me about it."

*  *  *  *

Perry's soft snore echoed through the bedroom. Zara lay next to him, eyes wide open. "Shit," she murmured, rubbing her makeup-free face. She rolled over for the fiftieth time and tried to sleep again.  
The party had been nice. Tame, but nice. She'd had two drinks. Barely enough to get her tipsy. Mostly she just mingled like the social butterfly she was. She saw Lia three more times in the massive crowd, and each time she slipped away. She was a bit scared of the pretty brunette, of how her eyes had been drawn immediately to her curvy body and the bow of her lips.  
When sleep finally took her, it was not restful.  
She was in a bedroom, one that looked pristine and carefully constructed. A bit too sterile and styled to be anything other than a room from a magazine. She looked over the tasteful furniture in the dim light, and her eyes finally landed on the king sized bed. Sitting crosslegged on the comforter was a brunette in skimpy, white, lace lingerie. Zara's breath stuck in her throat as the girl on the bed slowly turned her head, so Zara saw the profile of a wide but small nose, full pouty lips and closed eyes with light, long lashes.  
"Fuck, Lia..." Zara breathed. Dream Lia opened her eyes, getting on her knees and turning to face Zara fully. Her pale breasts were almost spilling over the lace bra and Zara could see through her lace panties.  
"Oh god." Zara's knees trembled with want, and Dream Lia smiled coyly, beckoning with one finger.  
"Come on, Z," she tempted. "Touch me."  
"Fuck," Zara repeated before practically pouncing on the bed and pushing Dream Lia on her back. She ripped off the cream-colored bra off, letting her full, round breasts bounce free, dusty nipples already hard. Zara grabbed them roughly: they filled her hands easily. She loosened her hands and sucked one of Lia's nipples into her mouth. Lia let out a loud moan that just drove Zara crazy, and she slipped a clumsy hand down the front of the lace panties, feeling her hot, wet, folds. "So wet for me already?" Zara rasped, low and filled with lust.  
"Zara, please!" she moaned. Zara pulled down her panties and licked a stripe up her slit. Her hand found Dream Lia's hole and she slipped one finger inside as she kissed her clit over and over.  
Fucking her with two fingers and running her tongue on her clit, Zara had never been so turned on in her life. Nonsense spilled from Dream Lia's mouth as she clutched at the sheets and clamped her thighs around Zara's head.  
" _Fuck, Zara!_ " Dream Lia screamed as she came.  
Zara bolted upright in bed, panting hard. "Shit, oh fucking hell!" She quickly drove her hand into her panties and her hand sped over her clit until she came with Lia's name on her lips.

*  *  *  *

Zara woke up after a long night a week later, hearing the sounds of loud laughter. Perry, Daniel, Jesse, JJ, and Lee all sat in the various chairs and couches, discussing something. She leaned against the doorframe, in a cut off ratty t-shirt and sweatpants.  
"Morning boys," she said.  
"Hey Zara, nice to see you up," JJ said, waving a skinny arm, then pushing his teal-streaked fringe out of his eyes.  
"Good to see you too, JJ. What time is it?"  
"Half eleven," Perry said, checking the clock on the wall.  
"Great, I'm gonna go eat brunch."  
"It's tuesday," Daniel said, smirking. Zara rolled her eyes and retreated to the kitchen without another word. She slapped together a sandwich with some whole grain bread, ham, tomatoes, lettuce, and olives, taking a large bite and walking into the living room again, still chewing.  
"Whatcha guys on about?" she asked through a mouth full of food.  
"That's very attractive, Zara," Jesse commented sarcastically.  
"We're discussing a guys' trip," Lee piped up, answering her question.  
"Ah, the camping trip."  
"Yes," Daniel said.  
"When?"  
"Plan is this weekend, that ok?" Perry said.  
"Sure." Zara shrugged. "Why would it not be ok?"  
"Dunno, maybe you have plans."  
"I have plans to eat and watch Doctor Who. Thank god for my crazy metabolism."  
"Oh, Lia loves Doctor Who! What if you guys had like a girls' night?" Daniel suggested brightly. Zara gave him a quick glare.  
"Um..."  
"Oh yeah, she does, doesn't she?" Perry said happily.  
"Uh, I mean I guess so..."  
"Great!" They promptly tucked their heads back together and continued planning. Zara's glare turned satanic behind their backs.  
She then picked up her sandwich and stormed to the bedroom to watch reruns of America's Next Top Model and laugh at all those newbies who thought they could stomp a catwalk as well as her.  
It wasn't that she didn't want to see Lia. Not at all. She just wanted to see her a little too much.

*  *  *  *

Zara flipped the whole wheat pancake in a half asleep daze. Perry was getting up to leave for the camping trip in twenty minutes, and she'd wanted to surprise him by getting up early and making a (sort of) healthy breakfast. The only part she didn't properly think through was the whole "getting up early and functioning like a normal human being" part. The flat was freezing at half six, so she was wrapped in a pair of thick sweatpants, a tank top with no bra, Uggs, a baggy knit cardigan, a thigh-length fleece bathrobe, and a wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It was times like this she cursed her lack of excess body fat.  
She tucked a stray piece of hair into her massive messy bun and pushed her glasses back up her nose. The pancake started to hiss, so she clumsily plopped it on a waiting plate on top of another one. Quickly, she scrambled an egg in the still-hot pan and found some leaves that smelled like herbs, chopping them up and throwing them on the egg with some salt. Balancing it in one hand and the slightly cooled tea in the other, she shuffled into the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table.  
"Wake up, sleepyhead, breakfast's getting cold," she said, swinging onto the bed and straddling Perry's sleeping form. He groaned, meekly shoving at her.  
"Groff..."  
"Hmm?"  
"Geddefugoffmeh."  
"Sorry Pezzie-bear, can't hear you when you talk into the pillow. Wake up, I made you pancakes and shit."  
"Mm?"  
"Yeah, I made brekkie, I know, I got up early, it's a miracle of god, now eat before it gets cold and I have to shove your sleepy body in the trunk of Lee's car for the camping trip. I'm turning the flat into my sex cave for the weekend, so I need you to skedaddle." At that, his head perked up off the pillow, blue eyes bleary with sleep.  
"Whaboudasexcave?" he muttered at her.  
"Yeh, now get up before I open the windows."  
"Shiddondothah..." She laughed and smacked a sloppy kiss on his forehead and rolled off him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, hair in a rats' nest. Zara reached over and passed him the plate and the tea, which he gladly ate with the urgency of a starving wolf. "Oh my god, thank you so much, Za. It's delicious."  
"No problem. You got your stuff together? Ready to go?"  
"Yeah." Perry sipped his now lukewarm tea and slowly levered himself out of bed. "Mornings suck."  
"That's the biggest understatement ever made since the dawn of time."

*  *  *  *

Perry had been whisked away by his friends and Zara sat alone in her cold flat, on a Saturday. It's not that it sucked (it did) so much that she actually was tempted to turn it into her sex cave. But she refrained, knowing that her thoughts would immediately go to Lia, like they did every time she was aroused since the party.  
She opened her phone contacts and scrolled through. You can't have an all day Doctor Who marathon with just anyone, so she skipped over most of the names, purposefully ignoring Lia's. Daniel and Perry had given the girls each other's numbers, and Zara wanted to cry over how easy they were making this.  
She didn't want to hang out with Ella, or Louise, or Daisy, or anyone else. For a few moments she sulked in misery as she realized how few female friends she had.  
Her phone vibrated violently, shocking her out of her wallowing and she answered it without looking at the caller ID.  
"Uh, hello?"  
"Hi, Zara?" The blood drained out of Zara's face when she recognized the smooth, sweet voice.  
"Hey, Lia," she said slowly.  
"Uh, Daniel gave me your number. Sorry."  
"It's ok." Zara started biting at her cuticles.  
"So um, I figured, er, he said you weren't doing anything today? Maybe you wanna like, hang out? But you can totally say no, oh my god I probably sound like some ridiculous fan..."  
"No no no, it's fine. You're really fine. I mean what you said is... Really... Shit, um. Do you want to come over and watch Doctor Who?" Lia let out a sigh.  
"That would be awesome. Thanks."  
"Bring some food, ok? I'm not sure if you'll like the stuff we've got."  
"Should I bring lunch?"  
"Uh, no. We can get delivery or something. Just some snacks I guess."  
"Well, I uh... See you in half an hour?"  
"Yeah." She hung up and crushed her face into her hands. Now she was just tempting fate.

*  *  *  *

Zara was curled up on one end of the couch, Lia on the other, bowl of popcorn in between them. They were about six episodes in, and Zara could barely control herself.  
"So uh, I don't actually know much about you, I just realized," Lia said.  
"Hmm?"  
"Like... Why'd you become a model?" Zara looked over to see Lia's curious face, knees tucked up on the couch, arms wrapped around her stomach. The neckline of her long-sleeved shirt folded outward, highlighting the pale curve of her cleavage.  
"I... What?"  
"Why'd you start modeling?"  
"Oh, that. I guess I just walked into the agency on a whim and it turned into a full time thing."  
"That sounds like a dream come true." Zara almost missed the wistful note in her clear voice.  
"Yeah, I mean. It's great. But sometimes you feel... Like... Objectified, I guess? Just a manikin to photograph or show off clothes." Lia cocked her head to the side; Zara wanted to run her fingertips through the soft chestnut brown hair that fell over her shoulder. "Like, have you ever been to a photoshoot?"  
"Once."  
"They like, shove clothes and makeup on the model, then put them in a certain place and tell them to just stand there and look pretty. Or whatever."  
"I bet you do that rather well," Lia said softly, a small smile forming on her lips.  
"I--" Zara blushed as that sunk in. "Thanks."  
"Its just the truth."  
"You're pretty too, you know," Zara said after a moment. Something in Lia's face turned sad.  
"Not as pretty as you," she whispered.  
"Whoever told you that was wrong," Zara said firmly, upset at Lia's low confidence.  
"How about your modelling agency?" Zara flinched, closing her eyes.  
"They were wrong. They made a mistake."  
"And every other agency?"  
"Oh, Lia," Zara said, voice breaking. She put the popcorn on the floor and wrapped her arms around Lia's shivering body. "You're cold."  
"A bit, yeah."  
"Do you need a blanket?"  
"Well, you're pretty warm," Lia said, smiling down at Zara, whose head was pillowed on Lia's sternum.  
"Yeah?"  
"Mhm. It's nice." She rested her hand in Zara's black hair.  
Another episode passed like that, Zara cuddled up to Lia, Lia stroking Zara's hair.  
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Zara whispered.  
"Hmm?"  
"Nothing."  
"Tell me."  
"I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." Lia blushed, and smiled softly.  
"Thank you." Zara sat up, looking Lia in the eyes.  
"Don't you believe me?"  
"Well... You're around supermodels all the time, I can't be..."  
"Then I'll make you believe me." Slowly, giving Lia time to turn away, Zara leaned in and touched her lips to Lia's, soft and chaste. Zara pulled away a moment later and rested her forehead against Lia's. "Believe me now?"  
"A little bit?" Lia breathed. Zara pressed their lips together again, harder this time. Lia let out a little noise and put her hand on the side of Zara's face. The taller girl wove her fingers through Lia's hair, tentatively licking at her mouth. Lia let her in easily, and tangled their tongues together effortlessly.  
After a minute or so, Zara hooked her arm around Lia's back and pulled the curvy girl into her lap.  
"I want you so bad," Zara murmured against Lia's lips.  
"Should we be doing this?" Lia breathed uncertainly.  
"I won't tell if you won't," Zara replied, sucking on Lia's bottom lip. She slowly lowered Lia down so her back was on the couch and her hips were in Zara's lap.  
"That sounds great," Lia said, voice higher pitched as Zara kissed down her jawline.  
"You're so sexy," Zara whispered in Lia's ear. Zara reached for the hem of Lia's shirt and slowly pulled it over her head.  
"Oh my god," Lia hissed in pleasure as Zara cupped her breasts over her red bra. Her nimble fingers slid behind and unclasped it, letting it fall limply to the floor and making her pale breasts perk up in the cold air. "Hey now, I can't be the only one with their shirt off!" Lia giggled breathlessly. Zara laughed and slid her own shirt over her head, her smaller olive-toned breasts bouncing as she did.  
Lia reached up hesitantly, and Zara took her hands and placed them on her body, closing her eyes in bliss. Lia's hands tightened, craving more. She moaned Zara's name and pulled her face down so she could kiss her properly.  
"I'm going to take your leggings off, ok?" Zara said, checking to make sure Lia was still willing to do this.  
"Ok." Zara hooked her fingers in the dark waistband and slid them down her smooth legs. Her underwear didn't match her bra, but Zara didn't care. She planted a kiss on the lacy purple edge of the material and traced Lia through the thin fabric. It was already damp and Zara had never been more aroused in her life.  
"Oh, god, _please_ , Zara..." Lia moaned.  
Zara smirked and kissed her belly button, then each of her hipbones before pulling her panties off, revealing a simple bikini wax. She slid her thumb down Lia's velvety slit once and spread her with two fingers. Zara admired her beautiful dark pink folds for a moment before pressing a kiss to her clit. Her body arched upwards at the pressure, and she gasped in pleasure.  
"Fuck, more," she hissed. Zara obliged and licked a wide stripe over her and flicked her tongue on her clit. Lia's legs trembled and her thighs tried to press together over Zara's head, but she restrained herself. Zara slid a finger into Lia, the pad brushing against the ridges of her gspot. She watched from between her legs as Lia's face went slack with pleasure. Her tongue found a workable rhythm on Lia's clit, savoring the taste of the beautiful girl. By now, the brunette was moaning nonsense as she neared her peak.  
"Come on, Lia," Zara murmured. She hummed against Lia, sending more tremors through her legs. A few seconds later, a scream ripped through Lia's throat and she spasmed against Zara's mouth. She held her tongue against Lia, helping her ride out her orgasm and trying not to grin.  
"Well," Lia said after a few minutes of Zara resting her head on her stomach. "I don't think I have ever come that hard in my life," she stated bluntly  
"Thank you, and you're welcome," Zara said smugly against Lia's creamy skin.  
"Do you want me to...?"  
"Only of you want to."  
"Can I owe you one? I feel like I'm about to fall asleep." Zara smiled and stretched up to kiss Lia slowly.  
"Of course. You can sleep now, if you need to."  
"Only if you're my blanket."  
"You're so cheesy, Lia."  
"You love it."  
Zara sighed. "Yeah, I do."

**Author's Note:**

> Comments/constructive criticism/kudos/hugs are much appreciated!
> 
> And if anyone is wondering, Metamorphasis is coming verrrryyyyyy slllooowwwlyyyyy I'm so sorry. 
> 
> Thank you again for reading!  
> -H


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